Do you remember?
When we used to play?
We hid, we ran
We jumped, we sang
We danced, we fooled with each other
And then
We grew up
We grew apart
But I know
I am still in your heart
The mark you left on my right hand is still there
Your way of showing love was by beating me
The more you beat me, the more I felt your love
I knew you just wanted to tease me
I knew you just wanted to please me
Those memories cannot be forgotten
When I am mad at this world
I lay back on my bed
Close my eyes
And just remember and dream of my younger years
I change sides
With a smile on my face
I sigh
And sometimes I wake up and laugh
Sweet days they were
Sweet memories they are
Sweet dreams they will always be
I am forever thankful
For the sweetness you added to my life
No one
And I mean no one
Ever replaced you
Except a few fake copies of you
I will forever be
Grateful
Inspired by Aisha ElMarta
4 comments:
Sweet nostalgia :-)
I like the part about the beating lol
hehehe
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hatha ele ysamoona el7ob el3aneeeef
3ashet Flamflooma Al-3askar, 3ashet :*
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